Jungkook senior from the judo club
"Hey hey... Stop drinking! You're on your third bottle already!"
Even though her friends tried to stop her by grabbing her arm, Yeoju was adamant. She picked up a newly opened bottle of soju and began pouring it vigorously into the beer mug in front of her.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle...
A 500cc mug was filled with soju, which at first glance looked like water. When Yeoju drank it all in one gulp, her friends around her cried out in surprise and cleared the alcohol off the table, but it was no use.
"Sister! Another bottle of shochu please!"
"Hey Ko Yeo-ju! What's up today? Did something happen?"
"Yeoju, stop drinking and talk to me... Are you talking about Seokjin senior?"
"...Don't stop..."
Even among the few girls in the judo club, Yeoju held a special place in her heart. As she munched on the complimentary corn snack, Dami's eyes welled up with tears as she listened to Yujin's words, checking out the situation. Dami nodded deeply in agreement and returned the drinks she had put away to the table.
"What's wrong? Did that senior say something?"
"Dammit..."
"Yes, just say it."
"I'm really...sigh...sad...ugh..."
"Are you drunk? No, there's no way that a heavy drinker like Go Yeo-joo would get drunk after just three bottles."
"Whaaaaaaaat..."
Dami asks, but Yeo-ju remains silent, unable to pretend to be drunk. There's no way she could get drunk after just three bottles when she can drink seven without any problems. It feels like she's had carbonated water.
"Dami, let's comfort Yeo-joo now. Let's ask her what happened."
"Waaaaaaah... don't listen... Waaaaaah... I can't talk... Waaaaahhh..."
"Yeoju..."
"Wait a minute, look around! This isn't just for us. The people sitting next to us are from the same department."
Eugene holds Yeo-joo's hand and grieves with her, while Dami hides her face and throws some tissues to Yeo-joo. Yeo-joo smiles wryly even as she cries at the scene that clearly shows the difference between F-type and T-type personalities.
In fact, there was a reason I couldn't tell anyone about this drinking party. It was held before the welcome party for new students, and everyone around me was from the same department. And, above all else...
The senior I thought was interested in actually liked someone else with the same name as me, and on top of that, I saw the two of them kissing... My pride was too hurt to tell anyone.
"That's enough... let's talk about something else."
"Okay. By the way, have you heard? Yeoju, there's a rumor that Seokjin senior and Yoon Yeoju are dating..."
"I told you we should talk about something else."
"…sorry."
Realizing the situation, the two quickly changed the topic, but it was too late. Yeo-ju clenched her trembling hands and let the tears flow. In fact, she had been crying even before she came to this place, so she didn't even have the energy to wipe away her tears.
"Hmm? Jungkook? Have you been discharged? Let me know!"
"I wanted to surprise you. It's been a while, Daesik."
As Yujin wiped away his tears, he turned his attention to the unfamiliar voice coming from the table next to him. There, a man wearing a black hoodie and black cap was exchanging greetings with his senior.
His face still had a youthful look to it, but his physique was sturdy, just like a member of the judo club. Exactly Yujin's type.
"Are you going back to school soon?"
"Yeah. I'm tired of just lazing around at home, so I want to graduate quickly."
"How did you find out about this place?"
"I asked the senior who is the department representative. I just happened to be passing by so I stopped by."
"Have you contacted Yeoju? It seems like she's been waiting for a while."
"...Why do you need to contact me? We're not in that kind of relationship."
Crash...
Suddenly, a sharp sound interrupted the conversation. Everyone turned to look at Yeo-ju in shock. She wiped her wet face and apologized briefly as she stood up.
"…sorry."
Yeoju's hands were trembling as she bent down to pick up the pieces of the broken mug. I hated myself for being so conscious of it every time I heard the word "Yeoju."
"...Ah."
"Yoju, are you okay?"
While lost in pointless thoughts, he ends up cutting his hand. Surprised by the blood dripping from his hand, Daesik hands him a tissue.
"It's okay. Thank you."
Don't wipe up the blood with tissue, clean up the glass shards on the floor
"Yeoju..?"
At that moment, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. It was Jungkook, the man in the black hoodie from before.
"...Jungkook? She's a second-year student in our department. She joined while you were in the army. Her name is Ko Yeo-joo."
「…」
Even as Daesik explained, Jungkook didn't let go of his wrist. While Yeoju wondered whether to say hello, Jungkook grabbed his phone and wallet and left the place.
"I'm going home first. I'll take the child to the hospital before I go home. See you at school."
Gently pulling Yoju's wounded hand.